It wasn't something I could see, it was more of a feeling. The air around me was so thick, I was finding it difficult to breathe. Even my hearing was muffled. There was a pounding in my head that was nearly unbearable and I knew that I would not be able to leave the shelter of my home that day.
I fortified myself as best as I could to keep up my strength and was able to battle it out through the day and the following night and somehow I survived. My efforts to sustain myself were not in vain and I knew I would be able to face the new day without the barriers of the fortress in which I currently reside.
I went out into the world and faced the day as bravely as I could and I am proud to say that I persevered. I arrived back home, fatigued and found that the pounding in my head had become so severe that I was no longer able to stay upright.
I drank down the healing potion provided to me and lay down my weary head. I now knew what I was fighting and there was very little I could do except to plod ahead and hope for the best. For my enemy was the dreaded Allergens. Tiny little creatures that have invaded my system and are trying to take over and transform me into a more familiar landscape, which consists of large amounts of nasally gelatin, which I feel is slowly killing me. Alas! I vow to survive to fight another season for I know we shall meet again.
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